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WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal aureole? Moving in a joyous trance,
IN the black pool of the midnight… And its foam in rippling silver wh… Falling on the mountain rampart pi… Only you and I, beloved, moving i… In the dark tarn of my spirit, lov…
THROUGH the blue shadowy valle… Flower rich the night, flower soft… I hurried over before I came to t… Where the orange flame-glow danced… And the lovely mother who drooped…
Full of Zeus the cities: full of… WHAT domination of what darkness… And through what new, rejoicing, w… O’erthrown, the cells opened, the… Gay twilight and grave twilight pa…
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of silver and of gold… In heaven began the heroic tale
WITH Thee a moment! Then what d… Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and l… The Spirit moves in through etern… Ah, in the soul what memories aris…
YOU and I have found the secret… None can bar our love or say us na… All the world may stare and never… You and I are twined together so. You and I for all his vaunted wid…
I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder nigh my feet. To-day a nearer love I choose
THE SWEETEST song was ever su… May soothe you but a little while: The gayest music ever rung Shall yield you but a fleeting smi… The well I digged you soon shall…
THEY call us aliens, we are told… Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams of worn-out yesterday. The sum of all the past is theirs,
WHAT call may draw thee back aga… Lost dove, what art, what charm ma… The tender touch, the kiss, are va… For thou wert lured away by these. Oh, must we use the iron hand,
LET us leave our island woods gro… O’er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…
THEY bathed in the fire-flooded… Life girdled them round and about: They slept in the clefts of the mo… The stars called them forth with a… They prayed, but their worship was…
THOUGH now thou hast failed and… Though lost for a while be thy hea… For all will be beauty about thee… And lovely the dews for thy chilli… The eyes that had gazed from afar…
The soul is its own witness and it… UNTO the deep the deep heart goe… It lays its sadness nigh the breas… Only the Mighty Mother knows The wounds that quiver unconfessed…